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I felt like a kid at Disneyland for the first time,heart beating with excitement and anticipation walking into the vast open space, light grey walls and shiny white floors.people in black t- shirts and jeans continuously circulatedsilently as they rolled the cameras past, slipping by without intrusionPiles of large unpainted wooden crates, stacked like a toddlers old fashioned building blocks and drilling noises hummed and screeched. More ladders in one place than I have ever seen before, more ladders than people it seemed,scraping, shining, opening and folding.People were focused, organized, intense, polite while concentrating on their task.Beads of sweat glisten on their faces and trickle down their spines. Artists fuelled by the complimentary chocolate, bottled water, and ice tea.Time is ticking.Where is the light crew,maybe I should hang more paintings just add two more to the wall.I study my story boards,‘less is more’ so they say, makingless my risk not theirs.I take the last two paintings down one painting alone on the wall it deserves the attention.Time is ticking.More water, more ice tea, thank you chocolate.I study my story boards again and the crew rolls by filming my indecision,I glance in my crate then take out the boldest piece.Be confident Maybe Mickey Mouse or Kim Kardashian will show up for a selfie.